Brandon stood before a full-length mirror, adjusting his appearance with practiced efficiency.
Gone were the training clothes. Now he wore formal attire, black shirt with silver embroidery along the collar and cuffs, dark pants that managed to look both elegant and functional, a vest of deep crimson that complemented his eyes.
Everything fit perfectly, tailored specifically for him, suggesting wealth and status.
His hands moved through his dark hair, styling it back from his face in a way that looked effortless but clearly wasn't. The teardrop pendant remained visible against his shirt, catching light as he moved.
He examined his reflection critically. Checked that everything was properly aligned.
Aunt Lily summons, you present yourself properly. That's the rule.
Satisfied, he turned from the mirror and strode toward the door.
The corridors outside were busy, guards moving about their duties, servants carrying supplies, guards patrolling.
